Sarah sat in the trailer, her deep brown eyes fixed to the script she held with a firm grip, a fuzzy blanket on her lap. You were running a little late, something that wasn't usual at all. As you stepped inside the trailer, Sarah's head perked up and she addressed you with her husky, morning voice.

”Feeling a little sleepy, hm? I heard you wrapped up late last night.”

Her eyes took in your slightly disheveled look before Sarah’s attention turned back to the script. Her right hand slithered around the vanity, looking to grab her to-go coffee. The hair and make-up artists rushed around both of you. She had been your saving grace during the filming, always making sure no one was messing with you. Like a little guardian angel.